Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Dexter’s face fell in an instant, a storm of fury brewing in his eyes as he glared at Colin, “Caleb, don’t push it.”

It was clear as day he wasn’t about to throw his life away.

“How come I remember you bragging once that if Phoebe bit the dust, you’d be right there in the grave with her?” A taunting recollection slipped from my lips, remembering Dexter’s bold promise,

All that talk about Phoebe being too sly to die, drumming up suspense for the heck of it.

He’d sworn up and down to everyone that if Phoebe ever kicked the bucket, he’d be her grave buddy.

Looking for a perfect chance to play the martyr, Dexter?

“Well, here’s your golden ticket. You get to play the loyal lover and save Melody all in one go.”

My gaze lifted to Melody, hanging pallid and lifeless above us. “Look at her, she’s practically a goner. No matter which rope snaps first, she’s gonna hang. Tick–tock, Dexter, your time’s running out.”

“Foebe Larson!” Dexter was seething, but trapped by his own desperate need, the sting of being at someone’s mercy gnawing at him.

Red–eyed, I watched Dexter, the rage unmistakable in his glare.

Recalling our shared history, I couldn’t help but find humor in the irony. Dexter’s forte had always been threats, and now the tables had turned, and he couldn’t face it?

It was simply an eye for an eye.

As the old saying goes, can’t he handle a taste of his own medicine?

“There’s no point begging him; he’s not the saving type. You guys better figure out how to get her down.” Selfish to the core, Dexter wasn’t the dying kind.

Robin had been enjoying the show but coughed to mark his presence, not keen on letting things escalate. The victim had been found, and the murderer’s plan foiled for the moment. This was the first step in challenging the murderer.

“Colin, give us a hand here, will ya? A life’s at stake–can’t let it just vanish into thin air. If we keep Melody alive, the murderer might cool it with the carnage. He’s got a thing for winning,” Robin stepped forward, trying to reason with Colin. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Colin just looked at me, silent. He wasn’t keen on helping.

I lifted my gaze to Melody.

A part of me longed to witness her final breath there and then, but I knew it wasn’t the time.

Melody couldn’t die–not with the cops here and the secrets she held about the murderer. She had her uses still. Besides, she didn’t deserve such an easy out.

“Save me…” Melody’s voice was a husky whisper from above, dehydration taking its toll. “Dexter, I’m scared.”

Dexter looked up to Melody, frantic, then to Robin. “Are we just gonna stand around?”

“What else? You expect me to sprout wings and fly up there?” Robin had been doing his best to persuade Colin. He was the only shot at a quick rescue.

“Fire department’s ten minutes out, tops. And those air cushions are no good; she’s got a noose around her neck. She drops, she hangs. Firefighters will have to wait for the lift, get it?” Robin frowned deeply at Dexter.

After his plea, Robin continued to coax Colin. “Colin, you said you’d take a loss for him once. We didn’t save Phoebe in time, can’t let history repeat itself, okay?”

Robin was a smooth talker.

But I knew, without my say–so, Colin wouldn’t lift a finger.

Robin caught on and turned to me. “Foebe, if Melody lives, the murderer might put the brakes on. You said it yourself: no more deaths.”

“Foebe… save me.” Melody’s plea joined the chorus.

I looked at her coldly. “Why should I?”

“The rope’s fraying!” Cory exclaimed, the tension reaching a breaking point.

Nobody dared to yank the rope–it would tip the scales, quite literally.

“Foebe!” Dexter called out my name, a note of desperation in his voice.

Colin saw through my act, pulled me to him, and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Dexter… I’ll save her, but only if you kneel.”

He wanted Dexter on the ground, yet he held me in a protective embrace.